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Tonight was another night, just like all 364 before it. But, tonight, Leon had something planned.

"Hey, nab me another one!" He raised his paw up, ordering yet another drink.

The bartender, a black panther, poured his drink with style, before sliding it down the counter towards him. Leon caught it with a practiced ease, and slammed it down his throat. The familiar alcoholic burn made him feel alive, and ready.

"Just so you know, you've got two more left on your tab, Leon." The bartender mentioned in passing, cleaning a glass during a lull in orders.

"That's fine. I'll stretch those dollars a bit more by switching to a soda." Truth be told, he'd rather a few more of these, but his wallet said otherwise.

"I'll get you a coke with ice, as usual."

He and the bartender were on good terms, but tonight, Leon was on edge. Drinking only dulled it a bit, but the edge was still there. It was late-October, and the trees had already began to change colors, with their leaves shriveling up and falling. As strange as it was, it was a hot autumn.

Another drink slid down the polished bar, but he took his time sipping this one. The stool felt like it was cramming its' way into his ass, he'd been sitting on it for so long. Not even the padding helped on that front. The thick, syrupy taste lingered on his tongue. His tail twitched, left, then right, and back again. It was convenient that the bar was almost ready to start welcoming in their late-night customers, but none had reason to visit tonight.

Tonight was the night Leon had been waiting for, a whole year since he'd started. A night when many worlds intersected on this boring plane of existence. A night where tales of debauchery and horror mixed readily. It was All Hallows' Eve.

Truth be told, Leon didn't think it would work. But, all the same he'd visited several merchants, stores, and locations for the ingredients he needed. Weeks in the library, searching for hidden, arcane knowledge. And, last but not least, a few days memorizing the chants, and warnings. And all for what?

His business was failing, and he was about to be fired from his normal job. Because their business was failing, too. This market cycle had not been kind to his industry. Fewer people than ever were interested in automated cars, or automated anything, really. Likely because they'd bought all that they needed.

"Dammit." Leon muttered, waiting for the bartender to disappear into the back.

He needed help, and fresh perspective on some things.

The door opened, and the bartender was back.

"You said you need to be getting out of here around eight? Well, it's ten-til now." His rough voice grated against Leons' ears.

"Thanks, man. I'll be heading out now. Keep the rest of the tab as a tip, I'll top up again next time." His limbs creaked as he got off the stool.

"You're welcome, and thanks as well." Still polishing a glass, his fangs gleamed with a warm smile.

Leon checked his pockets, making sure he had everything. And then, he was pushing his way through the growing crowd. The bartender called after him.

"Stay safe... and don't do too much you might regret." His voice faded off, seeming almost prophetic.

Leon knew what he was doing. Or, at least, he liked to think that he knew what he was doing. He'd memorized every warning at least five times, and there were no similar chants. Even if he messed up, the worst that could happen would be that his apartment would need cleaning. And, it'd need that anyways with what he'd done to it.

His car door hissed open, and came to life. Luckily, several years ago he'd been gifted this marvel of technology when he was promoted to head manager. It still ran, and still got him from place to place. And best of all, it was fully automated.

"Welcome back, Leon." The cold, computer voice seemed a bit loud. "Where is our destination on this holiday?"

Leon didn't reply until he sat himself down, and buckled in. He even took the time to crack his knuckles before he did.

"Home. Stay within speed limits, and be a bit cautious. A lot of people and ferals are out, trick-or-treating, too." He instructed the computer.

Ever since he modified it, it performed well. The car-board AI could do just about anything after he removed the governors, and did a good job of it, too. The car hummed silently as it pulled away. After they were underway, Leon fished out a plastic bag from the rear seat. And out of that bag, a dusty, old-looking tome.

It wouldn't hurt to review the procedure one last time...

He'd become so engrossed, he didn't even notice the car pulling up to the curb. It wasn't until the car parked, and opened the doors that he moved at all.

"Enjoy your evening, sir!"

"Yeah. Go park in the apartment parking garage." He waved the car away.

"As you wish!" The AI was almost too happy doing as he asked.

The wind blew against him, and leaves piled at his footpaws. The sun had long since set. Lights illuminated the short park up to his apartment. A growing dread sank into his stomach, and settled there. Did he really need to do this? Surely there was some other option he could look into, maybe some...-

"No." He shook his head and entered the lobby.

He'd come this far. He wouldn't back out just because he was worried. The reception desk worker greeted him, and he waved back. If only they knew what would be going on in one of their apartments in just minutes. A grin split his muzzle as the elevator doors shut. It was going to be an interesting night, one way or the other.

He fished in his pockets for the keys. The reassuring, solid metal in his paws helped steel his confidence. It was easy to push the door open, but the sight inside of his apartment was a mess. All the furniture had been pushed to a different room, the main den carpet had been torn up, and a familiar symbol marked the hardwood floor. There'd be repairs he'd need to do afterwards, but it wouldn't be too hard.

The door shut with finality, and he hung his coat up, and put his miscellaneous pocket contents on the counter. Right next to the paintbrush to finish the pentagram. Finding dragons' mane hair had been a bit of an issue, but for some money, he convinced a pair of them to let him trim enough for the brush. The snake scale handle covering was a bit more difficult, but he'd managed to take a few after some negotiation. The handle itself was just oak, luckily. That was the easiest to source.

It felt slippery in his paws. All the same, the salt and ginger circle was easy to finish. All that remained was one final prong... And then it was complete. Taking up the entirety of the room, it barely fit. Leon only had to wait for the final key ingredient in the ritual. He threw open the blinds to the full moon.

The ritual began without him, the candles lighting up one by one. An ominous wind formed inside his apartment. Impossible weather buffeted his fur, threatening to blow out the candles.

"I come upon this night to request aid!" He whispered into the wind.

"I need a partner, to aid my business venture, and to also aid my employer, who has fallen on hard times!" The wind grew even more violent, but he kept his voice on an even keel.

"I summon you, spirits of the deep! I summon you to negotiate a deal! A deal to benefit us-" The candles went out, and the wind stopped. "Both."

Even with the moonlight, it was dark. Leon took several calming breaths, waiting for the ritual to finish. The symbol began to glow, first at the corners, before the light flowed through the lines towards the center. They mixed together, and flowed outwards again, giving the entire room an eerie, otherworldly orange glow. The circle was the last to illuminate, and Leon made sure that he was outside it.

It all went dark, and his lungs burned. Smoke filtered into his lungs, before the pentagrams' light shone once more.

"Who dares-"

"Disturb we?"

What was this? He had only summoned one spirit, not two!

"Who dares-"

"Call upon our aid!?" The two had a deep, gravelly voice, finishing the others sentences.

Leon took a deep breath, and held it. It took a few moments for him to calm down and let the air out. He puffed out his chest, and answered.

"I do. I am Leon, and I required your aid." He kept his voice as even as he could. It was a feat all its' own.

"Leon..." They both said in unison. He still couldn't see them, but a silhouette was beginning to form.

"Leon is a pretty name, for a fox." Their voices synchronized in an unholy union.

"I am here to negotiate a deal..." Leon trailed off, eyes still trying to make out the pair of shapes.

"We are aware. We are also aware that you expected only one spirit." The blinds shut of their own accord, blocking out the moonlight.

"Yes, that's true." Leon chose his words carefully.

"It's not our fault, but the fellows upstairs didn't like having a spirit of two things at once-"

"So now I am we, and we are I." They barely made sense.

"What should I refer to you as?"

"You already know our true name, but you may refer to me-" A claw pushed out of the inky blackness. "As Arahiim."

Another claw appeared out of the other black cloud.

"And I, as Arahem." The smoke occluding the pair began to fade away.

Spiral horns, tails with spikes on them, and tan hide were the first things Leon noticed. The next, the fact that they were naked.

"Greetings, Arahiim and Arahem." He took a small bow, letting his business side take over. "You already know what I want, but I do not know what you want in exchange. What do you demand, in exchange for this... service?" He watched the two carefully. This could be a trap.

"I'm sure we could come to some sort of... agreement for this aid that you've requested."

The air felt heavy as they both sized him up. Both sets of eyes undressed him, leaving him feeling vulnerable. Leon steeled his confidence, and made sure to stay out of the circle. They couldn't leave it, but he could come and go as he pleased. All the same, he pulled up a chair for him to sit on.

"Would you two like a chair as well?" He asked. Even if they were demons, it was only polite to at least offer.

"Yesss." They hissed like a snake.

The fox pulled another pair of chairs from the kitchen. They were a bit old, but they'd do well enough. He hesitated just outside the circle. The two seemed foreboding, and almost menacing with their large, bulky forms. One of them grinned.

He saw why when he looked down.

An inch more of dragging the chairs, and he'd have broken the circle. As it was, the circle of mystical ingredients was a bit thinner where the chair leg had stopped. Leon simmered, lifting the chair up, and then setting it down on the other side.

"Smart. Thank you for the chairs, Leon." Their combined mirth was barely concealed.

"You're welcome." He lifted the other chair, and by the time he turned around, they seemed even closer.

The fur on his arms felt like it had been imbued with static. When he set the second chair down, it dispersed. The effort tired him out. He leaned over, taking a quick breath while bracing himself with the chair. Neither of the spirits waited for him to step back, dropping their large bodies into the offered chairs. His handpaws contacted their tan hide, and it felt hot, almost to the point of singeing his fur. The warmth itself seemed contagious, crawling up his forearms, before he yanked his limbs away.

They kept their eyes forward, waiting for him to walk around the circle.

"I don't know what kind of games you two are playing... but let's keep it professional." Was it getting hot in here? Leons' throat felt tight, and his shirt felt two sizes too small.

"Perfectly professional! We'd never injure you... unless you asked for it." Arahems' tongue lashed out, licking his muzzle.

"And if you requested it?" He passed back through the kitchen, but could still hear them clearly.

"Then we wouldn't leave any marks. And we'd fix you up afterwards." Arahiim spread his arms wide, as if it were the most plain, matter-of-fact thing in the world.

Leon sat back down in his own chair. Now that the smoke had dissipated, he could see them well enough. Two pairs of eyes like hot coals stared at him, with sharp muzzles that seemed close to a dragons. A pair of spikes jutted out over their shoulders, trailing their way down all the way to their tailtips. Horns also came in pairs, spiraling into a pattern not unlike a goats, and the tips pointed backwards. If Leon didn't know better, he'd call them twins.

"Have you decided on your demands yet? While we have all night, I'd prefer to get this done quickly." Leon folded his arms, and flicked his tail.

"We have... one request for this moment."

"And that is?" The foxes' curiosity was piqued.

"Move your chair into the circle."

There was room enough, but Leon didn't feel safe with the way they'd suggested it. Several of the arcane tomes' he'd sifted through mentioned this. With some demons, or spirits, this was a terrible idea. With others, it was merely the first step to getting what the summoner wanted. None of the tomes had that information on this pair, however.

He took a risky chance, and moved his chair to the far side of the circle, before setting it inside. The pentagram glowed even brighter when he stepped inside. They remained still as statues, the only sound was the heavy breathing by the two spirits. Leon himself forgot to breathe, until Arahiim laughed.

"Heh heh heh." His laugh was deep, and rumbling, but his partner did not imitate this behavior.

"You are aware of the consequences of stepping inside the ring, yes?" Arahem looked more curious, than dangerous.

"Yes. You two cannot leave the circle, but you can prevent me from doing so."

Arahiim finished his roaring laughter. "Luckily for you, we're not that dangerous."

Leon gulped audibly, and began to reconsider his choice. The circle seemed too small, and being so close to the pair of demons intimidated him. Even if they weren't otherworldly beings, there was no way he could take them in a fight.

"That's exactly what a dangerous demon would say." Leon mumbled.

"More than likely. We wouldn't know. We keep to ourselves when we aren't physically manifesting in this dimension." Arahiim steepled his clawed digits. "Now, explain exactly what you want from us."

"I would li-"

"You're phrasing it wrong." Arahem interrupted him.

"Ahem." Leon cleared his throat, and glared at the demon. "I want you two to help me fix my business, and my employers' as well. The easiest way to do so, would be to have a better cash flow, and more clients."

"And what would you give us in return?" Arahem remained silent, letting Arahiim dictate for him.

"That would depend on what you request, honestly. You and I both know that we don't believe in souls, but perhaps something else could satisfy your wants?" Leon walked a fine line.

"A goat, sacrificed at midnight, in the middle of town, on top of a telephone pole!" Arahem bellowed.

"Please, Arahem, let me do the talking." This was the first sign of dissent Leon had seen between the two.

"As you wish, but you and I both know we enjoy the newspaper articles of satanists afterwards." The chair creaked as the demon leaned back.

"Yes, but it gets us nothing. Anyways." He set his hands on his knees, and leaned towards Leon. "Apologies for my other halfs' interruption. I can see you're a bit hot."

"Wha-?" Leon hadn't noticed the heat crawling underneath his skin. Working its' way up his forearms. It wasn't until Arahiim touched his hand that it instantly vanished.

"Sorry." Was the demon apologizing? "I didn't notice you touched him a moment ago. Should be able to think clearly now."

Leon recoiled back in light shock. A demon had touched him! For all he knew, their hands were poisonous to the touch, and he'd die inside the circle. Leaving them to..-

"Enough of that!" Leons' ears pinned themselves to the back of his head at the sudden noise. "I told you already, we won't hurt you unless you want it!"

It was Arahem shouting at him. Loudly enough, that one of his apartment neighbors yelled a few obscenities back, through the wall. The shouting didn't stop until Arahiim scratched a pattern into Leons' wall. It took but moments, but once he did, it glowed. A star, and once he jabbed his digit into it, the silence prevailed.

"Now, we won't be interrupted by meaningless noise. Nor will anyone hear any of ours. But, Leon." Arahiim stared into his soul. "For all the worth it has, I give you my word that we won't harm you unless you specifically request it."

"And mine." Arahem sat back down, placing a large, scaled hand on his chest. "Though it's a bit redundant."

"Well, I don't request it." Leon crossed one of his legs, and folded his arms.

"We know you don't trust us, but allow me to explain. When we said we were split into two separate entities, Arahem, and I, I meant that we split into demons with our own domains. The tomes you read, they said that I was a spirit of lust and industry. After the parting, I was the business half, and Arahem was the lust demon." Arahiim explained.

"And I didn't notice that you touched me." Arahem looked almost embarrassed.

"And because you touched him-" The demon glanced between his other half, and Leon. "Lust and arousal was trickling through your veins from where you did. Just so happened to be your hand paws."

"That's an acceptable enough explanation."

"We have come to a conclusion, though." They both glanced at each other, and exchanged devilish grins.

"In exchange for bolstering the ranks of your, and your immediate superiors' clients..-"

"We want you-"

"For the night." The staccato alternating of which demon was speaking made Leons' head spin.

"What do you mean?" He asked. What could they want him for?

Arahem held up his hand, and that same inky, black smoke from before roiled out of his palm. Dark red electricity arced between his digits, and a shape began to form. It took a moment or two, but the smoke flowed into a form, and several different items. Neatly folded squares of fabric.

"And I assume that is somehow related?" Leon bit his lip.

"Yes."

Arahem explained himself, this time. "We want you to wear theses articles of clothing, and be our bitch for the night. You submit yourself to us for this night, and we will fix what has gone wrong. We can't guarantee there won't still be hard work involved, but we can... lubricate the gears of industry."

Leon could see it clearly as Arahem held out the folded squares of clothing. It was lingerie, and leggings. A chest piece made of soft, smooth latex, and the legwear made of the same. He thumbed through the clothes, and something rounded and circular fell out. A long thread fell with it. It was a collar, and a leash.

"Go ahead. It'll fit." Arahiim encouraged him.

"Can I... please change in another room?" Leon felt so tiny asking the two for a small bit of mercy.

"You may. But don't be long."

The only piece of furniture he'd left in the room slid to the far wall. His large, expensive TV floated onto it from the other room, and plugged itself in. It flickered to life when the demon summoned the remote control to his hand.

Leon gawked at the casual magic use, before he scampered off to his bedroom. His paws were heated with the clothing in his digits, like they were warmed from within. Gifts from a pair of demons seemed odd, but if they were part of the deal... His door slammed shut a bit more loudly than he intended. In his hurry to get the stack of accursed clothing out of his hands, he threw it onto the bed. These were no normal clothes. They soared in an arc, stopping just before contacting the bed. They folded themselves again, and flopped down.

Leon sighed. There was something not adding up about this, but he couldn't put his finger on it. But, what wasn't wrong about dealing with demons?

It was a bit difficult getting his clothes off, if only due to his anxiety. Leon could hear the pair conversing between themselves in the other room. Donning the clothes would mean there was no turning back... but did he want to? He held up the chest piece. It looked almost exactly like another set he'd been looking at not a month ago. But the price had been far too much for his meager paycheck. The material shined under the harsh light, and felt warm under his fingers.

He'd do it.

It went on easily, even if it took some squeezing and twisting to pull it over his head. It felt tight against his chest, pushing his fur closer to his skin. His bedside mirror revealed that it looked almost skin-tight. It felt warm as well, even though it'd been minutes since the demon had touched it. It stayed in the material, however, simply making it feel warm to the touch, rather than dripping into his bloodstream. After a moment of gawking at his own figure, he pulled on the leggings, sticking one leg through. They were separate, and he was glad they were, as they were even more difficult to fit into than the vest.

The collar stayed on the bed, atop the last two pieces. Arm warmers, but Leon knew better. They'd be doing their namesake even better than the material would imply. They slid on easily, squeaking a little when he flexed his paw into a fist. He cinched the belts shut at the top of the arm warmers, just below his shoulder. The fox felt warmed, almost comforted by the corrupt material, warmed by the demonic embodiment of arcane magics. As unwise as it was to do so, he trusted their word. He wouldn't be hurt... and if he was, they'd make it right.

It glared at him, daring him to take it into his paw, and lock it shut around his neck. He ran a paw around the band of metal and fabric. Both demons had a part in making this, the metal chilled him to the bone, and the fabric warmed his digits. Small, knobby studs circled the outside, polished metal catching his eye. In but a moment, he'd brought the collar, the symbol of sealing the deal, to his neck. A light tug, and a click.

It was done, it felt a bit tighter than he'd like, but it was done. Now he looked the part. A moments' curiosity drove him to try to undo the collar. The buckle! The buckle was gone! It was a smooth circle of studs and material all the way around now. A scowl marred his muzzle.

"Which one did this... I wonder?" He mumbled to himself.

Truth be told, he didn't much care which, so long as it was only for the night. The scowl was erased from existence as his mirror showed him, clothed in their attire. To Leon, it was comfortable, attractive... and dare he say it, sexy. But, it left little to the imagination, and had easy access to parts' they'd surely want to use.

His door opened by itself, and one of them spoke.

"Take any longer and we'll have to put it on ourselves!" It sounded like it could've been either of them.

"Coming! Was just admiring your handiwork!" He yelled back down the short hallway.

Leon heard a deep rumble, then an uproarious laugh. He took that as a sign to get going.

The TV was the first thing he heard after padding back into the den. But, just as quickly as it was assembled, it was pushed back where he had it. The suit didn't impede his movement at all, and the pair grinned from ear to ear when he sat back down inside the circle.

"You look-"

"Stunning." The demons had that awful habit of finishing each others' sentences.

"Yeah, and which of you made the sealing collar?" He accused, puffing his chest out.

"Well... as with all things we do, we both did! But, Arahem had the idea initially. I just executed on it." Arahiims' black, forked tongue lashed out, tasting the air.

"It's alright, it won't be on too long..." Arahem smirked, clearly entertained at Leons' annoyance.

"If it's perfectly alright with you, mortal, shall we seal the deal while the moon is high? Or would you rather walk around in that for another year?" Arahiim steepled his fingers again.

"Yes. Let's get this over with." No sooner than Leon had said the words, the chairs flew out of the circle.

Everything outside the circle was clothed in inky smoke, exactly as before. His quaint, small, and cozy apartment vanished, leaving only the smoke. It stayed in a ring, hovering just above the outside circle of the pentagram. The air felt heavy as the pair of demons just stood there. The only light coming from the symbol he'd carved into his floor lent an eerie ambiance.

The chill in his very soul made him make the first move. He was no pole dancer, but even he knew how to please an audience. Leon crawled on his paws and knees, flicking his tail with every movement. As large as they were, they bent down to his level. Even with their lower legs folded underneath them, they still towered over Leon. But, with their cooperative, not nearly as threatening gesture, the fox could do as they asked. The leash dragged along the floor, until it was pulled into Arahems' grasp by magic.

"I'm going to enjoy this. By the end, you may be begging us to stay."

"And if you do, we'll discuss-" Arahiim slurped his tongue back into his muzzle. "Further arrangements."

The collar tightened around his neck when the demon yanked him upwards. Even standing fully upright, he only came up to the demons' shoulders. White smoke dissipated between Arahems' teeth, and flowed out of his nostrils. The smoke was pierced by that inky black tongue, dragging its' heat, and smooth flesh across Leons' neck and under his jaw. The collar glowed red, then white, magic carvings flowing around each stud. The colors mixed, and slowly shifted to either colors' hue.

He didn't have time to admire it. Arahem was demanding with his use of the leash, pulling his muzzle upwards into a dominating kiss. Leons' paws moved of their own accord, placing them on either of the side of the demons' chest. A large scaled paw pushed him closer to the lust demon, until he was sandwiched between the two. A light kiss, then another tongue ruffled his headfur. A pleasant chill followed the warm heat, making its' way down his spine, eliciting a shiver.

Leon cursed himself, mentally. He was enjoying this too much! The fox had only planned to agree to their demands, not willingly submit to their every whim. All the same, any reservations or fears he might have had were run out of his mind. The demon in his muzzle pushed his tongue ever further, shoving his own out of the way. It explored every millimeter of his muzzle, coating it all with his tainted saliva. Leons' knee cramped, and he pushed it upwards to relieve it a bit. He brushed against something that felt far too large for what it was.

The kiss broke, and Arahem spoke first.

"Sweet, sweet innocent muzzle of yours... I see you've found something else." For a demon, he had perfectly immaculate teeth.

Leon knew better than to answer him, but another slick wetness oozed across his back.

"And I can see you're a stranger to the finer things of life. Arahem might be the lust demon, but I will enjoy TAKING your virginity." Arahiim hissed into the foxes ear.

He whimpered. He was no stranger to pain, but he could only hope the tan demon would be gentle. Leon was no masochist, and he didn't plan to be one, either. His plans were not holding up with these demons, however.

Arahiim, for his gentle demeanor, was not gentle in bed. Leon let out a high-pitched whine when he lined up his demonic rod with his virgin entrance. It took pressure, a lot of pressure for him to slowly sink in. Leon felt every agonizing inch, paws squeezing harshly at Arahems' chest. Pop. While the demon had a pointed shaft, Leon recognized the unique feeling of a ridge pushing its' way inside him. And, where there was once ridge... Another popped into him as another inch sank home.

"I'll give you something to distract you. Something to fill your muzzle, and set your taste buds alight with lust." For his harshness earlier, Arahem was surprisingly gentle maneuvering Leon into position.

It was large, dark as a moonless night, and ridged. A slight bulge at the base that would no doubt become a knot, and small, almost nonexistent fleshy spines. The pointed tip already oozed pre, drizzling down the length of the shaft. Leons' nose told him nothing, the smell was nonexistent until he got closer. The demon inside him finally began to pull out after plugging his ass with countless inches. It was a moment of relief. The demon pushed back in even more harshly than before, grinding his nose into his partners cock with the sheer amount of force.

Leon could identify a mixture of smells now. A thick, earthy scent of maleness, a light huff of ginger, and a tantalizing wisp of something he couldn't identify. The pre smeared into his headfur, until he managed to brace himself with paws on either side of the demons large thighs. It took quite a bit of his strength just to remain steady. Arahem, however, was growing impatient. He laid his scaled paw on the back of Leons' head, one digit at a time, and he pulled.

The foxes' mouth opened, resigned to his fate. He would have to endure this for however long they wanted to rut him for, and then he'd have what he wanted. He bathed the rod with his saliva, licking from root to tip, giving the dark malehood a glistening shine. Each spine moved on its' own with his ministrations, but the result was clear as day. Arahem grunted, and let the fox do what he wished. Another hefty pulse of pre made its' way up and out of his shaft, drooling onto the foxes muzzle.

All the while, Arahiim staked his claim inside the fox. Leon felt each thrust exquisitely, a mixture of pain, and chilling pleasure. He wasn't sure, but he could have sworn his own rod was leaking. It wasn't something he'd considered being a pleasurable act, at least not at first. But, every time that demon brushed up against that sensitive gland in his rear... it was electrifying. Combined with the cold heat left with each touch of the demon, his whimpers were no longer from pain. They were amazingly pleasurable.

Leon kissed the tip of Arahems' rod, before being shoved onto it by a particularly rough thrust. More than half of the rod invaded his maw before he could brace himself. The suddenness almost made him gag, but he suppressed it as best he could. The spines and ridges tickled the inside of his maw, flesh rubbing on flesh making for an interesting feeling. The demon had a burning desire for more, however. Leon saw the muscles in the demons legs bulge before he realized what was happening. Arahem sheathed himself in the foxes muzzle, knot already bumping up against his lips.

As coordinated as they were before, they fell into an uncoordinated rhythm. In no way was it even, not even for a moment. While if Leon were sandwiched between two normal people, they might have eventually synced up. This, was not to be the case with these two. He could feel Arahiims' knot pushing and grinding at his ass with every erratic stroke, and Arahem pushed into his throat easily. The liquid warmth coming from both ends had the mark of magic. Each demon had their own paws roaming the foxes' body, leaving alternating hot and cold marks everywhere.

Arahiim settled for a grip on the foxes' asscheeks, and when Arahem used both hands on the back of his head, Leon knew what was coming. His jaw popped as the demon nestled his cock into every unfilled crevice in his maw. Arahem dumped spurt after spurt of tainted seed into his stomach, bypassing his taste buds entirely. Arahiim grunted when his own knot finally popped in, and his seed splattered against Leons' inner walls. The foxes' own rod jutted out, achingly hard, before it too joined the cascade. It made a mess of the floor, each jet resounding weakly as the flow tapered off. His own knot hadn't even formed, or gotten close to forming. His balls ached for another go, a proper one.

Leons' whole body ached. His chest heaved against the vest, and his arms felt almost numb. Arahiim still stretched his ass open with his obscene knot. The other demon kept his maw plugged, basking in the warm comfort of the foxes' maw. A tainted warmth settled inside him, igniting a desire he didn't know he had. They spoke.

"Not bad for a first-timer, but we're not done yet." Arahem pulled him off of his cock.

"We still have all night, until morning." Arahiims' heated breath behind him washed across his fur.

Leon coughed, trying to clear his throat enough to speak. The demon denied him this, and pulled him upwards, onto unsteady feet. The movement made it even easier for the demon inside him to pull out, but instead of warmth, an arctic chill froze him from the inside out. That same feeling slapped wetly against his back.

"You're not nearly done, and it wouldn't do to give you a throat infection." Arahiim hissed, his cock colder than permafrost.

Likewise, when his stomach brushed up against Arahems' own rod, it felt fiery hot. Almost to the point of pain. The demon pulled him closer, warmth from his cock oozing into his stomach, mixing with the frozen chill Arahiim left inside him. Leon was putty in their hands, but it would all be worth it in the end.

"How... caring." His throat ached, and he barely rasped out the two words.

The demons circled around him, bodies grinding together, spreading their elements into his fur. The leash was passed, and a cold fog made its' way up the leash. It made its' way to the collar, and circled it, cooling Leons' neck and throat fur. The feeling was almost relaxing, but it made his teeth chatter. A sound not unlike glass cracking made him look downwards.

Arahiim grinned as the fox looked down at his handiwork. His cock had been coated in a clear layer of ice, colder than the dark side of the moon. And it was slowly cracking, piece by piece falling to the floor, leaving his inky black rod dry, and clean. Well, relatively, the demon figured. The only regret the demon had was his twins' parting. Being denied the power to control heat and cold dampened his plans somewhat. All the same, he coiled the leash around his tan hand, and pulled Leon lower.

Leon felt mixed feelings of extreme heat, and extreme cold mix where the demons had both grasped his body. Every time Arahem placed his hand where his twin had, arctic chill, and volcanic heat merged. A tongue washed across the backside of his balls, coiling around his rod. It trailed its' way upward, banishing the chill from him. It circled his well-used hole, but took care to not dip in. The demon in front of him grabbed the underside of his muzzle, and pulled it towards his cock.

It had just been inside him, but there were no smells or... unsanitary tastes. Whatever magic he'd used, it worked well enough. Leons' tongue felt like it was licking a rapidly-melting icicle, rather than a demons' rod. He preemptively braced himself, knowing that the other demon was surely going to plunge himself in at any moment. No sooner than he'd placed a hand on either thigh, he felt a hot presence pressing into him. He panted, breathing in short gasps. His second penetration was every bit as easy as the first. Which, was very, very difficult.

However, after the first two inches had pushed their way inside, the rest came easily. The thick rod slid in, the other demons' contribution making it much easier. Their seed and pre mixed as well as oil and water, alternating heat and cold inside his ass. His stomach still felt warm, but Leon felt that was about to change. His jaw already stretched, he merely opened his mouth, and took the demon into his muzzle. Saliva was about the only thing keeping him from getting stuck, and the fox almost had a brain freeze. Luckily, Arahiim was more than willing to help with that.

He placed a large hand on either side of his head, and pushed. It wasn't until he was fully hilted did he stop, and begin to pull out. The demon built up a rhythm, with long, deep strokes. The ridges and spines scraped at Leons' throat, icy cold following where they'd been. Arahiim massaged just between Leons' ears, moving the loose fur there around in circular motions.

It took a while, an eternity of pleasuring the two. Leon couldn't help but wonder if they'd already trapped him and dragged him to Hell with them. Truth be told, though... that wouldn't have been too bad of an ending. His throat ached with every thrust Arahiim pushed into his muzzle, the cold doing little to relieve it. Meanwhile, Arahem behind him, was grinding up against his prostate with every thrust. The fox certainly wasn't a virgin any more, and this pleasure could be addicting.

Much to Arahiim and Leons' shock, when Arahem pulled the fox onto his chest, the other demon was incredibly close. And frustrated that his partner would prolong his release. He growled, conceding to their changed position, but not at all happy about it. The demon pushed the pair over, still eager to leave another mark inside the submissive little fox. Another growl as he lined himself up, and he didn't spare any force. In one thrust, he was back where he needed to be, jackhammering away at Leons' muzzle. A mixture of pre, saliva, and seed ran down his muzzle, making a mess of his fur.

The changed angle worked the best for Leon. With every inwards stroke, the demon was poking at his most sensitive spots, and his own rod was rock hard. His knot was almost fully inflated, even without being inside anything. Thoughts of stroking himself in time with the demons thrust played out in his mind, but Arahem beat him to the punch. His large, scaled paw engulfed the foxes' rod, making it look small in comparison. He began slow, tantalizing tugs, taking care to move his hand all the way across the foxes' rod.

It was too much for Leon. Even with back-to-back orgasms, his balls gave it their all. Wet, sticky seed coated the demons hand, thick string after string roping through the air. Some of it splattered onto Arahiim, but he paid it no heed, as his own orgasm was imminent. Not moments after, his knot inflated inside the foxes' mouth, and the first spurt of many shot into his muzzle. His own muzzle scrunched up, finally feeling sweet release.

Leon let his eyes close, enjoying the momentary bliss, and suckling gently on the demon. He vaguely recalled the demon thrusting inside him knotting, then nothing. The demons hardly noticed, letting the fox go limp between them. They were already satisfied as it were... but one more time couldn't hurt, right? A shared glance confirmed that thought, as they began to consider plans of a magic sort.

It had been a hell of a night, and Leon ached everywhere. Early morning sunlight filtered through his blinds, into the mess they'd left. At some point he must have passed out while the demons were still there. As he reached up a paw to rub at his tired eyes, something felt off. Wait, why were the lingerie still on? Certainly, they'd have taken the clothing with them? He rubbed at his temples, and jaw. Of all the things that were sore, they seemed the worst off. It wasn't until after he'd woken up a bit, did he see the manila envelope taped to the wall.

If he were tired before, the curious package piqued his curiosity enough to wake him up. His legs protested being upright, barely holding him up. The tape stayed on the wall as he ripped the envelope open. The contents were plain, and simple. One letter-sized piece of paper.

He read it.

"Apologies for not sticking around until you woke up. Summoning circles only work for twelve hours without refreshing them. Your deal has been sealed, and as a symbol of this, the clothes you now wear are a permanent addition to your wardrobe. Luckily for you, they go under business casual uniforms quite well! Unluckily, the collar does not, but that shouldn't be a problem. Perhaps your coworkers and clients will have something new to talk about, hmm?

-Yours in demonic business, Arahem and Arahiim."

Leon swore loudly. Of course there was a catch! He scratched at his arm, just above the armwarmers. Surely they didn't mean they were stuck to him permanently? A finger slipped underneath the fabric, and he unraveled the clothing off of his arm. It fell to the floor with a gentle fwump. The other one came off just as easily. As a matter of fact, everything but the collar came off almost easier than it went on.

"What did they mean?" He mumbled to himself, dropping the clothing as he padded to his shower.

The shower turned on, and for once, it was hot immediately. The demons had cleaned up after themselves rather well, but Leon felt it was time to relax a bit. Right after he tried to get that accursed collar off, that was. Trying to pull it apart yielded no results, and neither did twisting it. The only thing his efforts rewarded him with was a pair of sore paws from grabbing at it. The fox huffed, adding to the steam on his mirror. He was going to have to live with it until he saw them again. Hopefully, it wouldn't be another year.

It was a bit of work to clean his neck with the collar around it, but he managed. After a good half hour in the shower, it was like last night never happened. And, to Leon, that was the perfect outcome. No one needed to know what happened, and if they mentioned the collar, he could play it off, somehow. It was a lucky thing it was a... Wait a minute. It was Monday!

"Shitshitshit." The swears flowed out of his muzzle.

The airdryer couldn't dry him fast enough for his liking. No matter how fast he went, he'd be late for work! He didn't bother with a towel, bolting into his bedroom. Even being alone in the apartment, he still shut and locked his door. But, when he turned around, he wasn't expecting to see his work uniform and the clothes already laid out.

He hadn't time to worry about it. The sleeves would cover the armwarmers, and his suit would cover the vest. Pants would hide the rest, and he'd come up with a story for the collar on the way. Most of his fur was still a bit damp when he sat down in his car.

"To work, the dayjob, and hurry!" Leons' car barely turned on before he was barking orders at it.

"You seem rushed today, sir. Allow me to shave a bit of time off your commute." The computer, its monotone voice more robotic than usual, offered a bit of comfort.

Leon was glad he buckled up, because it was going to be a bumpy, dangerous ride to work. It was a decent enough sacrifice to get there on time. Or perhaps, a bit late. The electric engine hummed as the car jolted out of the parking garage, and into traffic. His paws bit into the armrest, nervousness overwhelming him every time his car needed to go fast. It'd be worth it.

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"And that's why we at Saturnia Automated Machines Incorporated are proud to announce our new model!" The crowd cheered as the overweight pig went through some slides.

He paced back and forth on the stage, waving his stubby arms around. Leon leaned back in his chair. He'd programmed the entire machine himself, taking hints from his modifications on his own vehicle. It had been months since the demons intervened, but it was looking better than ever for his employer. No one knew what he'd done, and no one ever would. Just the way Leon liked it.

His side-job was beginning to pick up some steam, as well. Over a dozen clients had looked to him for photography services, including some old-timey Polaroids. The fox had never even considered those before, and it wasn't long before he partnered with someone that could give people that old, grainy, analog look they were looking for. The presentation let out exactly on time, and Leon blended with the crowd.

Not a single person had asked him about the collar on his first day with it, and not a single soul seemingly even knew about it. Leon had even begun to like the way it accented his new red suit. The rest had always found its' way back to his bed, no matter what he'd done to it. Burning, cutting, melting, throwing it away. Nothing got rid of the rest of the suit. And, despite all the torment he'd put it through, it looked exactly the same as the day he'd gotten it.

His new car waited for him, with an old occupant.

"Greetings sir! Where may I transport you today?"

"To the side-job, the new place on 56thStreet. Don't use the new optimizations." Leon almost slammed his tail in the door when the AI shut it.

"As you wish! Ten minutes, and we'll be there!"

The money had been amazing. The first thing he did was get a new car, and then he transferred his AI over. After that, he'd overhauled everything about it. Not a single piece was stock any more, every single thing had been optimized. And it showed with the way people turned their heads to look at it. Red may have gotten more tickets on average, but Leon had not a single run-in with the law yet! He sipped at a conveniently hidden bottle of wine. He'd bought this the night before the unveiling, and had forgotten all about it. It was still chilled, and it went down easily. Nothing went wrong. Those were the three words Leon would use to describe his new life. There was hard work, sure, and maintenance always needed for things, but nothing went wrong.

"Goodbye sir, I shall await your return!" Leon waved at the car.

He'd grown attached to his AI, and had nicknamed him, even. For all the car AI had put up with, Leon decided to name him "Chauffeur" internally. It brought a smile to his face as he opened his store for the day. It wasn't much, just a hole in the wall of a building, but it was his. Paid in full, and his to do with what he liked. He flipped his sign to "open", and that was that.

The fox had barely sat down when the bell rang. It couldn't have been... He checked his phone. A whole minute. Was it someone he-

"Greetings, Leon. We're here to-"

"Discuss additional opportunities for our deal."

Leon recognized instantly who the pair was. Three months later, and they wanted to change the deal? This had better be good.

"Flip the sign. We've got all evening to discuss what you want." He put up a bit of false bravado.

"Yes, we do." Arahiim hissed.

"The trench coat does you two no favors. No one has worn those in years!"

"We know, and are aware. However, we only thought it was fair to mention that we have...-"

"A few contacts that would be interested in meeting you." Again, with that awful staccato conversation.

Leon sighed. What in the Hell had he gotten himself into?

"Give me the details. But, first, let's have a bit of this..."

He kept a booze cooler underneath his desk for precisely this situation. The demons were more than eager to indulge. Leon almost wanted to kick them out... but first, he had to know exactly what was being offered. If he was already in over his head, then what more could the two, or their accomplices, offer him? Either way, he had all evening to find out.

And besides, he might have been interested in offering them another night himself. More spirits could only add to the fun.

-Fin?

(Authors' notes. And just what has Leon gotten himself into? Tsk, tsk, nothing good ever comes of making deals with devils or spirits. But, it's that time of the year! I felt like writing something vaguely Halloween-themed, so I hope you enjoyed it! As always, don't forget to vote, comment, and fav. Thank you for reading, and be sure to watch me if you want more content in the future.)